Okay, okay. Let's keep this moving, shall we? Take a look at my 5 picks for the most impressive verses of week 9 & 10.
Valentine’s Day, 1884
Bright as the wax moon, her laugh swooned, swooped, a white crane,
Her blithe name the sprite rabbit I chased to make my life mate-
My Alice,… I- the blood, She – the chalice… Her eyes, a dove, no malice..
A family to establish, in our extravagant palace…Now I babble, unbalanced…
Grief the empty sleeve unsheathing death’s talons,… and with a high slice..
The wick blinks with night twice… “The Light Has Gone Out Of My Life”..
Mother Martha, Itty bitty “Mittie”, was Parthenon great – She’d Say,
“I came from owning slaves to being Thee’s slave”, but we praised
Her hard labor in the face of Father’s fortune was grace apportioned
As a taste of favor to my sore, thin – lungs wrung from asthma wheezes,
Many hymns sung from asking Jesus, “Please, Master heal this
Son!, like Paul’s kerchiefs slung in Past Ephesus”..Wracked with diseases,
I sleep slumped in a chair, - but once I’m aware, its back to being hyperactive
Catching bugs in glasses since Father bought an otter seal and hacked it!
Disgusted at its bits of guts and its bicuspids, but the stuff I trusted
Was each gush of grit and crust had purpose, fit and function – I was rare!
Like Audubon’s broad birds of the air… the raw earth of S. Fullerton Baird!
Until I got bullied and scared- So Pop taught me the thoughts of Franklin,
Pushups and fisticuffs toughen muscle expansions! A strong Father’s a Grand Thing..
Now Memory’s grafting Mittie, as it did
He in
his passing…
After Harvard, where I carved up beasts and theses alike,/
Doc said “put your heart first, cease seeking the strife”/,
but my strenuous life, part and parcel of Twain’s “Roughing It”/,
was, until my Lark sung, far-flung and unsubstantive/
She was my Sutter’s Gold, a wonder to behold in blessed splendor/
I know how Truman’s soul glowed in Nevada’s tense adventures/
So I took to tennis, riding, rowing, hiking, all aerobics/
Befriend her kin, impressed with skinny dips in the Potomac!/
Quoting French and probing those who attack the tracts of Lincoln/
All so she’d know that I’m, in fact, the man to whom she has to give in..
Only Defoe’s Crusoe, in his fits and throes, could know the cold hold of growing old alone
As I sit and, slow as a broken bone, try to fix and mold that frozen stone
That rolls in my chest, as, choking, my breath pressed … on that baby’s face.
My nose, her lips and Mittie’s cleft…. Dear God, Amazing Grace.
No emotions expressed as we both, motherless, now gaze, her eyes and mine
The oceans regress, and, open regret’s shallow waves drown Valentine’s…
And see, because I read one to three books per day/And I came self-made from a crooked way/To be brave as a brook that sprays/ in the face of a man who would look and say/“I will kill every single being that this stream feeds.”/ I believe in the Dream that America bleeds,/In the plains and the hills and the air of green trees!/
..So I leave my political passions, Place the babe in her aunt’s hands and abandon the mansion..
Which rings with the laughs of Alice and Mittie,..
I’m sick of that Death Rider that saddles the city…
My only love now lies West in the Wild.. Weigh this pain, just suppress it and smile..
Start up again with a Pioneer’s heart…Dakota Buffalo might provide a year’s spark..
Always read and dreamt about it.. Westward Ho!... Amazing.
I wonder if the tales I’ve traipsed will match the trails I’m blazing…
For “Mittie” and my lovely Alice, now Departed, ever felt
Sincerely, Son and Husband, T. Roosevelt.
***** 5 stars
"The Life Orientation Test"
written by Red glare
Quote:
Indicate the degree to which each of the items represents your feelings according to the following code.
1=strongly agree
2=agree
3=neutral
4=disagree
5=strongly disagree
I'm always optimistic about my future.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
In uncertain times, I usually expect the best.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I always look on the bright side of things.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
If something can go wrong for me, it will.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
It's easy for me to relax.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I hardly ever expect things to go my way.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I enjoy my friends a lot.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
It's important for me to keep busy.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I rarely count on good things happening to me.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I'm a believer in the idea that "every cloud has a silver lining."
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
I don't get upset too easily.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
Things never work out the way I want them to.
strongly agree 1 2 3 4 5 strongly disagree
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Quote:
Your LOT score you get is:12 .
You are very pessimistic
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E.M.T's rushed out of the ambulance - fearlessly helpful -
You could see adrenaline running like mascara smearingly sentimental.
The emergency bag carrying the essentials - to the scene of the accident, hair-tearingly eventful.
A flipped vehicle, spilling, gasoline like tears of the devil.
The driver behind the Kia Sorento is clearly disheveled; wearily mellow -
For having flipped over the median - getting ejected - and clearing a fence pole.
A first time father. A bad experience from the
get go.
The responsibility memo sailed into his window
Sincerely, The Threshold.
His wife couldn't get pregnant; called him hysterically with
Hello!?
''Estamos teniendo un muchacho del bebé!!!!''
"Oh hell no"
Who was in his home, in his lair -
'Esta muerto!'
Most of the time he wasn't there; working indispensable schedules.
Plans of becoming parents hatched like herring-deep cesspools.
Tiringly trying to swim upstream - being speared unsuccessful..
Beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beeer
Veering revengeful.
Steering suspenseful.
The rear view mirror rewinded his future;
Merely mementos.
The red moon of death looms.
Blood shot eyes in flashlights appear regretful.
The E.M.T sorts enthusiastically through gauze and sheers utensils;
Reminding you to remain
calm as sirens caringly echo;
A dull glaze leeringly gentle... Looking into a sky clearly judgmental
The light at the end of the tunnel, peering at you daringly detrimental
His wife had giving birth to a conspiracy named Celestial
The hospital staff cheered; but she wondered why her husband isn't here; her Angelo.
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental is pulled from the wreckage by his elbow
The medical team; hovers over him like angels; his halo - lumineeringly special.
Sterile scissors cut the clothes from his spirits impenetrable force field of ventricles and skeletal bones.
The barricade holds back the crowd; jeering; engrossed.
The driver of the Continental is asked by God 'What he feels in his soul;
..
He tells him;
'the driver of the Kia Sorento is in need of serious hope'
His wife is in the hospital; in tears; in console.
The baby was born 9 pounds - 3 ounces; healthy as the white-tailed deers in the grove."
...
"Angelo; we need to know if you have any sensation near your toes"
..
''So what'll it be''
God said, domineeringly so...
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental; saw the situation - answering slow...
..
"Use my good karma as Clearance of the driver of the Kia Sorento...."
..
The phone rang in cresendo: his wife answered: expecting good news;cherished aglow
Seeing the world through her rose colored glasses; she prepared a ear for his tone.
..
"Maria your husband has been in a car accident; he is irreparably whole -
It is a miracle he's even alive - But he's hanging in there..."
..
"Angelo...
..
Angelo Count your blessings... bro you're going home to see Celestial!"
..
Optimism is a person becoming paralyzed from the waist down realizing that he still has the hands to hold his embryo.
How optimistic are you?